Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Get over yourself. Are you going to let me in or are we going to have this conversation here for your neighbors to hear?” she asks with a damn smile on her face.
“I don’t want you in my house and I’m sure Thea wouldn’t want you in here, either. I also don’t want to fucking talk to you. Go spread your bullshit elsewhere.”
I step back to close the door in her face, but she puts her body in the way. “Either let me in, or I’ll scream to your neighbors that I’m pregnant and my baby daddy won’t even talk to me.”
“You’re not pregnant,” I huff. “Bitch, I haven’t even seen you in months.”
“And that’s why I have a nice little baby belly,” she purrs.
She’s got a flowing sundress on. To be honest, you can’t tell much about her body in it. She puts her hand on her stomach, pulling the fabric tight and fuck, her stomach is pooched out in a way I’ve seen on Lyla and Kayden. My blood runs cold. I feel all my dreams crashing around me again and the person doing it is the same one who has ruined so much for me already. Fuck, I know it’s not solely her fault. I fucked up huge, but she pulled strings and played me like a fucking fiddle, too.
All but stumbling backward, I let her in. I can’t fucking breathe and I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sick. The idea of any woman other than Thea pregnant with my baby is revolting. This can’t be happening. She must be lying. At the very least, if she’s knocked up, it’s not mine.
“You’re lying. We always wore condoms. I fucking insisted on them,” I argue.
“We did except for the last night we were together. The night you begged me to come to you. Remember? You wanted me bare that night.”
Her smugness is pushing buttons I didn’t even realize I had. My hands shake with the need to choke the life out of her. “You’re lying,” I growl. “I don’t care how drunk I was. I would never want you like that. I didn’t want kids with you when I was willing to claim you as my old lady. I sure as fuck wouldn’t now.”
“I’m not lying, and we both know it. You need to break things off with Thea. We belong together and now we’re going to have a baby. Honey, we’re meant to be. We’ve always known that,” she says, trying to be seductive by lowering her voice and putting her hand flat against my chest. She angles her body so the low-cut dress she’s wearing flashes most of her breasts. I ignore it, grab her hand, and pull it away from me. I don’t want her touch.
“I want nothing to do with you. You disgust me, Gabby. You’re nothing but a liar and have been all along. I was just stupid and didn’t see it. If you are pregnant and the baby is mine, I’ll take you to court for custody. You’re not fit to be a mother, and I would never allow you to raise my children.”
“You can say what you want, but we both know you won’t be able to. If you want to be a part of our child’s life, you need to stop being stubborn. We can have everything we used to dream of. All you have to do is kick your whore to the curb.”
I snap. Everything she’s saying, the way she’s acting like she’s better than Thea, and calling my woman names is slowly killing me. Hell, the fact she’s here announcing she’s pregnant is destroying the happiness and life I thought I finally had in my grasp. I can’t take anymore. I wrap my hand around her neck, walk her back, then pin her to the wall. Gabby squeaks, and I see fear enter her eyes. That soothes me. She should be afraid. It’s taking all I have in me not to choke the life out of her right now.
“Thea isn’t like you. She doesn’t spread her legs like they’re a revolving door for the next customer.”
“Dom,” she whimpers, panicking, while clawing at my hand.
“If you ever call her a whore again, you will not like how I retaliate,” I bark, releasing her. She crumbles against the wall, gasping for breath. Her hand moves up to caress her neck. As I step away from her, she gets a little braver. She stands up, shaking her head back and forth at me.
“You’re not going to do anything to me. I’m carrying our child. I will be this child’s mother. We’re partners in this, and you need to get that into your brain.” I literally feel sick to my stomach. How do I tell Thea any of this? Gabby is gaining steam as she walks around the room. “This place is a little small, but livable, I guess. I hope you at least have a room for a nursery. I’ll be moving in soon and we will need a room for the baby.”